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Sep. 21st, 2005 @ 03:24 pm (no subject)
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new journal:

[info]virescere

no real reason. i need change.
i also have new email:

virescere@gmail.com
Sep. 21st, 2005 @ 01:50 pm the extent of hyde hurricane preparation
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Me: "You should probably go out and get some scotch for the storm."
My mother: "I already did... and vodka."

She then proceeded to tell me that she would've gotten some water had a woman not purposefully cut her off in the grocery store to get the last of the water. My mom asked her, "Are you going to take all of that?" and the woman replied, "Well, I don't have any water." She then strolled off with her cart.

This is good though because it led my mom to later find some classy foreign shite (Harrogate British Spa Water? and stuff from Halawa Aquifer).

Sep. 16th, 2005 @ 08:44 pm (no subject)
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Makes me want to find Lolita on audio.

Weird week? I could go for a drink.

Sep. 15th, 2005 @ 03:38 pm (no subject)
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Today in Digital Graphics, most of my time was free time (like most days in that class), so I decided to visit state government websites. Most of these sites have links that read something like, "Click here to chat live with a librarian!" (with questions, etc). I went to a couple different state's sites and talked to librarians. I asked "inappropriate" questions and questions to test their knowledge. It was fun. The Oregon librarian, John, wasn't very nice. I'm going to make this a daily thing: a couple of new states each day.

I went to the orthodontist a bit ago. They/he tightened both top and bottom braces. I am going to have a very hard time eating/existing.

Sep. 14th, 2005 @ 06:18 pm slim moon
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"
We live in a black black world. We live in tents. We live in the black. We live in tents in the black. The tents are red and green. The tents were once black. The tents are no longer black. The tents are red and green. The tents are no longer black. The horizon is black. The horizon is black. The sky is black. The ground is black. The birds are black. The black is black is black is black is black is dark and makes is hard to see... the tents. My thoughts- are usually black. The tents were once black. The tents are now red and green. The tents were black. The sky is black. The tents could not be found in the black. The tents could not be seen. The tents are red and green. The tents can now be seen. The tents were black. The tents could not be seen. The villians could not find the tents. The man-eating natives could not find the tents. The knife-wielding death rockers could not find the tents. The foreign documentary film-makers could not find the tents. We were a simple, happy, contented people. We drank our wine. We smoked our fish. We made a few dollars manufacturing gimmicks to please the tourists. We made small withdrawls at the all night teller. We felt great, we smiled, but all that is gone. The tents were once black. The tents were black. The tents were hard to find. It was a challenge to find the tents. It was a challenge we enjoyed. It was not a particularly dangerous challenge. It was not sexually oriented. It was not socially unacceptable. It was a casual challenge. It was a safe challenge. It was a challenge we enjoyed. The tents were black. The tents were black. The sky is black. The tents could not be seen. The tents can now be seen. The tents are red and green. We are saddened by this change, we are saddened beyond words. We shiver in frustration by our overturn of fortune. We form study groups to root out the cause of this change. We drown our sorrow in lust and drugs. Our faces become creased by the lines of our fear. We cry. Everything. Is. Black. Everything is black. The floor is black. The floor is difficult to see. The floor is black the sky is black. The ground is black. The ground is hard to see. The tents are red and green. The tents are not permanent. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is new.
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edit i:

caller i.d., 6:28 pm: "mar corps recrui"

edit ii:

Free Spirit is on her last leg. The back tire doesn't hold air for more than fifteen or so minutes.

Relative to Monday and Tuesday, today has been good.